Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore

The magical world continues to negotiate a menacing combative destructive threat, as Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen) and his fascist minions seek the subjugation of muggles worldwide.

It was thought their bellicose movement would disappear if generally disregarded, but seditious sympathy at the highest levels mournfully led to political profligacy.

Dumbledore (Jude Law) stands against them but can't deliberately enter the fray, extremely powerful amorous magic heartbreakingly preventing him from taking part.

But he assembles a resolute team who synergistically subverts Gellert's monstrous flux, not with enough prowess to halt his ambition, but still with enough daring to make things interesting.

A magical beast takes the ceremonious stage as the magical elite gather in mystical Bhutan, a creature capable of discerning spiritual integrity, a virtuous quality sought by the magical world.

Newt Scamander (Eddie Redmayne) was able to locate a Qilin mother just as she was about to give birth, but Grindelwald's devout disruptive subjects suddenly emerged and captured the youngling. 

Fortunately, unbeknownst to Grindelwald, the mother gave birth to twins.

While Grindelwald's magic somnambulizes one.

The other awaits felicitous fortunes.

Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore makes bold strides in the fantasy realm, with Dumbledore's sexuality directly depicted, a groundbreaking step much like Marvel's Black Panther.

His tragic love maddeningly enduring frenetic devastating bland absolutism, as Grindelwald haunting proclaims, "but who will love you Dumbledore?", before retreating back to his despotic hideaway.

Jacob Kowalski (Dan Fogler) is also back at it with as much audacious reckoning as ever, somewhat hesitant and far out of his comfort zone, but still deftly clad in honourable bearing.

Not as many magical creatures to be found within this instalment, but perhaps a Fantastic Beasts series should be considered, with a dozen or so episodes that feature Newt searching the world for magical beasts like David Attenborough (something calm)?

I have to admit, as a personal addendum, when I'm writing my blogs I truly don't doubt myself, I often like many of the sentences or stanzas I create, and know that if I didn't have to work, they'd be even better.

But the real world is tough to negotiate and I keep expecting to find friends where I only meet adversaries. 

I suppose I'm supposed to get used to it.

But I just simply can't.

It's not a world worth living in. 

Jurassic World Dominion

Back to the old power and megalomania hellbent on global domination, this time having genetically engineered giant locusts which habitually feast on various crops worldwide.

Various crops which happen to have been resolutely cultivated with Biosyn seeds, Biosyn having created a market (like Monsanto?) for its grain, then proceeded to wipe out every form of competition.

Dr. Wu (BD Wong) realizes catastrophe's afoot but can't seek redemption without looking bad, let millions of people starve to death or risk losing face, he wants to make amends but can't think of how to do so.

He's denied by his wicked boss (Campbell Scott as Lewis Dodgson) whose evil intent is rebelliously disputed, as both Jurassic World and Jurassic Park alumni converge on his remote laboratory. 

Doctors Ellie Sattler (Laura Dern) and Alan Grant (Sam Neill) representing scientists generally seeking to promote knowledgeable wonder, like the bourgeoisie they rely on funding to make spiritually prosperous cultural contributions.

Claire (Bryce Dallas Howard) and Mr. Grady (Chris Pratt) are more hands on and take a practical approach to living with dinosaurs, like versatile independent conscientious workers they promote sustainable communal life.

Thus, the mad elitist seeking to monopolize global food production, is courageously challenged by worker and middle-management who daringly obscure his psychotic vision.

But Jurassic World Dominion is also about a world where dinosaurs abound, multiple species fortuitously finding a way to generally adapt to divergent ecosystems.

I suppose it would be a grandiose ecological disaster of intensified colossal invasive magnitude, but thoughts like that kind of spoil the fun, and contemporary and ancient species alike seem to be getting along so well in the film (it's just a movie).

I was almost teary-eyed to see Laura Dern and Sam Neill back at it, after so many intervening years, was but a wee lad when the original came out, I was reading the book at the time, which I thoroughly loved, it's my favourite Michael Crichton.

Apart from the requisite mayhem and the inevitable hoopla of the traditional blockbuster, there are some really cool animal scenes, especially one where Dr. Sattler sees a baby, and says, "you never get used to it".

People who love animals know how true those words are, and that even if you see wild turtles or zebras or water buffalos every day of your life, the experience never gets old or tiresome, it's irrefutably exciting each and every time.

That scene made the film for me and it was also really cool to see the two casts converge.

The likelihood of their plan succeeding: it's up for debate.

Certainly not without the aid of Ms. Watts (DeWanda Wise) and Mr. Cole (Mamoudou Athie).  

Chattahoochee

A veteran from the Korean war who managed to distinguish himself has trouble fitting in back home (Gary Oldman as Emmett Foley), and after having grown tired of picket fence pastimes, tries to get the police to shoot him for the insurance money.

He winds up in a psychiatric institution and finds he's in for the long haul, a distressing situation to say the least since he really isn't that insane.

His coherent reflexes help him observe the unfortunate general corruption, the cruel and unnecessary punishment routinely handed out by the sadistic administration.

He keeps track of the abuse in writing and eventually even studies introductory law, learning enough to air legitimate grievances which are generally ignored by unsympathetic staff.

Meanwhile, as the years pass by, his child ages and his wife (Frances McDormand as Mae Foley) seeks divorce, his sister (Pamela Reed as Earlene) never giving up on him, but somewhat perplexed by the daunting legal fees.

Consistent protest within the facility leads to frequent confrontation, irate guards and frustrated staff with no inclinations to change the management.

It's an old school animate take on social justice and institutional reform, the assertion of rights by those left behind by a system thoroughly unconcerned with how to take care of them.

You get to see Oldman and McDormand in their youth delivering exceptional performances, even if Chattahoochee has issues, you can see why these actors made a go of it (didn't they win best actor and actress in the same year? [2018]).

The thought of being generally sane and finding yourself locked down by bureaucratic codes, is aggravated by the reality that so many others who lack rationality can do exceptionally little to freely defend themselves.

Fortunately, Foley's work prevails and over a hundred reforms are introduced, and he's eventually released a free person to passionately deal with middle-aged life.

I imagine things have remarkably improved since Foucault wrote Madness & Civilization, in some jurisdictions anyways, which hopefully aren't suffering from stringent cutbacks.

It seems that caring for the sick goes without saying and there should be principled professionals who proceed accordingly.

Too bad stories like Chattahoochee still emerge.

Laws should prevent sadistic reckoning.

*There's no secret meaning here, no underlying code. This film was released in 1989 and I'd never heard of it. That's why I chose to watch it.

Minari

The sudden move from California to humble landlocked Arkansas, abundant land awaiting cultivation, intrepid vision, audacious yields. 

Without even a well to speak of they settle in and get down to it, sexing chickens during the day, otherwise pioneering.

Jacob (Steven Yeun) wants to succeed and move beyond habitual happenstance, to have something of their own to fluidly manage, intense labour, fecund independence.

Monica (Han Ye-ri) is less enthusiastic with the abrupt uprooting move, her new house not what she'd expected, their land far away from suburban life.

Their son (Alan Kim as David) has a troubling heart murmur which generates solemn worry, even if childhood proceeds unabashed full of resounding pluck and curiosity. 

A rough and tumble grandma (Yoon Yeo-jeong) comes to stay to help out with the kids and general chores, but David and Anne (Noel Kate Cho) are somewhat perplexed by her vibrant striking unorthodox manners.

Local life flourishes around them as they cautiously reflexively adapt, remarkable difference ample opportunity hauntingly clouded by latent doubt. 

The film endearingly showcases family honestly interacting through uncertain times, making the most of its newfound intricacies while mild-mannered arguments periodically erupt.

The supporting cast introduces enough novelty to poetically distract from quotidian alarm, as granny teaches the kids to play cards, and their helpful farmhand (Will Patton) reacts sans inhibition. 

Minari itself is a compelling crop which robustly fertilizes apt immigration, generally healthy and easy to grow it instinctively blends in manifold surroundings.

Democratically attuned minari elevates the agile passionate immigrant spirit, the vital resilient resonant difference that passively shakes up concrete routines.

The Yis struggle at times as competing dreams manifest in dispute, optimistic overtures and belittling misgivings conjugally clashing with traditional uproar.

But in terms of multidimensionally presenting a well-rounded look at dynamic life, Lee Isaac Chung's Minari impresses on disparate levels without ever seeming holistically fond.

Nice to immerse yourself in a meaningful story cleverly intermingling so many chill aspects. 

A celebration of America's potential.

Along with practical dreams. 

The Presidio

A military policeperson (Jenette Goldstein as Patti Jean Lynch) is shot during a routine call, her death possibly related to another misguided crime.

Her ex-partner is assigned to investigate (Mark Harmon as Jay Austin) but jurisdiction leads to conflict, as he questions army personnel without respect for rank or standing.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Caldwell (Sean Connery) realizes they'll have to have work together, a joint military/police operation with irate tensions steeping.

Lynch and Austin once arrested Colonel Paul Lawrence (Dana Gladstone) for disgraceful conduct, but when their work was scrutinized, Caldwell didn't support them.

Thus Austin left the army but now finds himself once again, in a position to arrest Mr. Lawrence if the evidence proves compelling.

Caldwell struggles to assist while calling attention to unwritten codes, thereby curtailing cowboy antics liberally applied notwithstanding. 

Austin starts dating his daughter (Meg Ryan as Donna Caldwell) much to his dismay, as the ancient clashes of stubborn cultures take on newfound ballistics.

The Presidio is very direct in search of blunt disgruntling fact, with no concern for feints or subtlety it blatantly marches on.

In a democracy there's room for manifold styles of film, and if one genre eclipses the others it can lead to incestuous deluge.

Thus I've kept an open-mind when freely viewing service films, to strangely embrace agile difference as composed through upheld traditions.

Frank exchanges between honest men often have otherworldly impacts, especially when immersed in rigid strata where trusted honesty is anathema.

It doesn't work so well in The Presidio at least it's not The Rock or Pulp Fiction, it works along the same lines but misses the mark unfortunately.

Still, remember that's just my impression and you shouldn't feel bad if you disagree, like what you like, get into it, artistic criticism isn't objectively orchestrated.

I've met people who had different tastes and at times I was surprised they liked certain films, but I always admired how earnestly they defended them since they weren't trying to impress.

Thus if you happen to love The Presidio I may be somewhat surprised.

Don't be annoyed by my alternative take.

Relativity upholds thriving democracies.  

Sound of Metal

Freely travellin' 'cross the country fluidly movin' from gig to gig, the wild thrilling sustained adrenaline boldly yielding extensive showcase.

Then suddenly the swift withdrawal of an essential sense shocking consternation, distressing requisite adjustments cold uncertainty latent flux.

Fortunately, communities exist to gently facilitate bold transitions, people aware and wholeheartedly concerned with helpful practical communal bulwarks.

A vast undertaking expansive and dear warmly connecting and nurturing individuals, from which new lives energetically emerge compelling unique artistic wonders.

After Ruben Stone (Riz Ahmed) loses his hearing he finds a supportive chill community, which patiently teaches him to adapt in a warm instructive active atmosphere.

He gradually learns sign language while teaching drumming and making friends, the resonant intricate inclusivity producing value added information. 

He's still interested in a procedure which may restore his hearing, however, even if it costs around $40,000 and he doesn't want to sell his ride.

A more robust healthcare system may have easily absorbed the cost, the collective flow of meaningful capital generating universal levity.

Isn't health something to be taken care of regardless of wealth or race or creed, shouldn't everyone have access to the same medicinal opportunities?

Doesn't a healthy population work more effectively on the job, and don't such salubrious dividends lead to systematized prosperity?

Healthy people earning higher incomes have more money to spend, thereby expanding robust economies with various recreational facilities.

I don't know what it's like in the U.S but having access to healthcare in Canada and Québec is great, taxes are somewhat higher, but so far I've never had to worry (there are disturbing stories out there).

Life's different when you don't have to worry about health or prohibitive educational costs. You can spend more time engaged with life and study without having to worry all the time.

Although it looks like the economic shocks of the pandemic are trying to bankrupt the middle-class, there was a chance that debts may have been paid off someday, it even seemed like a working possibility.

Healthy communities. Productive workplaces. Worry free studies. Reliable debt management.

Just takes some higher taxes.

Holistic fair play.

Rhizome ripples.  

Near Dark

The carefree mosey experimental random newfound chill relations, inspire paramount misfortune archaically clad nocturnal vision.

He (Adrian Pasdar as Caleb Colton) must admit he likes her (Jenny Wright as Mae) but is still critical of what he's become, after her loving playful bites lead to vampiric transformation.

The sudden shocking discovery of a mobile team menacingly manifested, leads to trepidatious tumult potential incompatibility. 

He needs to feed to gain their trust but humanistically can't take lives, resultant vehement disputes suggesting alternative pair bondings.

But she wants him to hang around and freely lets him gourmandize, until there's trouble at a round up and he lets a terrified victim flee.

Mistrust immoderately showcased his life in danger Caleb pleas, before a gallant move reinstates fidelity through hearty cursed chagrined hiatus.

Yet his family's on the move engaged in heartfelt search and rescue, they manage to kindly find him, and introduce novel transfusion. 

Back amongst the living regenerated soulful sessions.

The reunion somewhat brief.

Acerbic obfuscation. 

Kathryn Bigelow's chilling Near Dark keeps things focused on the present, haunting vampires there may be, but there's little discussion of origins or community.

It's a visceral macabre romance featuring moribund exclusivity, that keeps things raw refreshed immediate impassioned daring bold l'amour.

Endemic confidence upholds spirits as declarations intertwine, direct unflinching pains existence accredited frank anon disclosure. 

I'd never heard of Near Dark and was eager to watch Bigelow's take on vampires, co-starring so many Aliens alumni, that may be a cool double feature.

It doesn't create a world like Twilight or revel in myth and legend.

But its forlorn ritualistic candour.

Still facilitates crazed verisimilitude.

Bizarro romance.

Passion.

Doraibu mai kâ (Drive My Car)

The active life sustaining supple harmless interactive thought, consoling quirky consternation adept immersive ingenuity.

The calm and patient holistic vision stoic steadfast solemn varsity, pertinent adaptable expansive sizzle earmarked voltaic latent pressure.

But his (Hidetoshi Nishijima as Yûsuke Kafuku) loving partner (Reika Kirishima as Oto) suddenly passes when perhaps he could have intervened, or said something to swiftly alter the dismal moribounding hemorrhage. 

Psychologically deconstructed he gradually jukes and jets and jigsaws, slowly reimagining amenable principle through lighthearted chill experiment.

At one time he reflexively envisioned daunting twists tantalizing turmoil, without pause or critical reflection the plain and simple erudite schism.

But his wife first found the idea, after which he quickly improvised.

The working relationship romantically inclined freeform forgiveness inveterate l'amour, a rare gift celestially insatiable prolonged compression distilled adrenaline.

A common goal remarkably productive intermittent rowdy regenerative horseplay, benefits accrued conducive clutches laidback lax alert consistency.

Not one to overlook novelty, he notices his new driver's (Tôko Miura as Misaki Watari) abounding with pluck, somewhat forlorn yet still observant eager to multidimensionally disperse.

In possession of secrets so much distraction inanimate disconcerting dalliance, inopportune exported rationed irrevocable hardwire harrowing husk.

Kafuku winds up working with a young actor (Masaki Okada as Koji Takatsuki) who had an affair with his wife, the two awkwardly engaged through mutual love lost shin limitless lugubrity.

One young and blunt unwilling to hold back the thoughts which emerge to haunt him, the other sombre and much less eager to discuss such sensitive direct subjects.

Through these discussions a play takes shape as volatility blends with reason.

Only to ceremoniously fade.

Tragic rage.

Resurgent vellum. 

Peggy Sue Got Married

 With her high school reunion looming, former Prom Queen Peggy Sue (Kathleen Turner) embraces anxiety, post-graduation having not been ideal, inasmuch as her husband's (Nicolas Cage as Charlie Bodell) a cad.

But she's hoping he won't show up even if he's a local celebrity, who sells various commodities on television, somewhat profitable but also embarrassing. 

She finds a stunning dress and boldly makes a daring entrance, quickly running into cherished old friends, while avoiding questions about married life.

Yet pesky Charlie breaks his promise and suddenly appears with grandiose spectacle, old friends flocking to eagerly greet him, bucolic burnish, sedate success.

Peggy can't handle the pressure and swiftly and awkwardly passes out, only to awaken 25 years younger, having inexplicably travelled through time. 

A second chance having fortunately materialized she goes about making amends, notably with a brilliant overlooked science student (Barry Miller as Richard Norvik), and an articulate passionate artist (Kevin J. O'Connor as Michael Fitzsimmons). 

But she still can't outmaneuver her upcoming future, even if she gives her potential husband the cold shoulder, as she accidentally learns new pieces of information which startlingly tenderize his former life.

Will traditional unalterable patterns conjugally re-emerge with eternal contemporaneity? 

Or will she freely try something new?

Perhaps unprecedented amalgamations! 

Can't say I eruditely comprehend the practical realities of wedded bliss, as actively attained with vehement clarity bewildering intimate conjoined life.

When younger, it seemed like sharing my life with someone was indeed a wise path to follow, but having made it to middle age, I currently find I'm much more interested in steadfast freedoms.

Unfortunately, I was deemed misguided and too carefree for traditional alignments, generally because I wasn't prone to argument or daring extracurricular reckoning.

Thus, I was far too boring at a time when partners didn't seek reliability, but rather preferred prosaic drama and lavish spending and fierce discord.

But fret not if in a similar position of resolute tantamount stoic prudence, a day is coming when desire will wane and it will all seem somewhat ridiculous.

I imagine I'd be out the door by now if I had ever bothered anyhow.

I may have dodged a bullet.

Who knows!

Tomorrow, I'm sleeping in.